Blind idiot translation of 43 and 44 are complete.

Also, sending off the hardcopy of my JET application today. Fingers crossed.

Our translating group decided on the name Broken Violin. Mainly because it disappeared about eight volumes back and must be feeling extremely lonely at this point.

Bought Immortal Rain Volume 10 via Kinokuniya today, and will attempt to scan and post it when it arrives in the mail sometime in the next two weeks. What's more likely to happen is that I'll fail miserably or do a horrible job at it and by the time I finally get it right someone else will have posted scans with better image quality. So I'm more planning on just starting to translate it when I get it.

Blind idiot translation of cross 42 finished. On second draft, where I start to make it pretty.

Blind idiot translation of Cross 43 more than half done.

When I have the urge to either burst into tears or impale my eye with my pencil, I know it's a sign to either take a break or switch homework assignments.

I'M ON MANGAFOX! My translation and pikachuu's edit is on mangafox!
(commence incoherent glee)

http://www.mangafox.com/manga/immortal_rain/

For those interested in Immortal Rain Volume 9, Cross 40 and Cross 41 have been translated by me and then scanned and edited by the lovely pikachuu. They and future chapters are being posted at _immortalrain

After Cross 40, the rest will be f-locked, so please join the community if you want to read more!

I'm hoping to finish translating Cross 42 sometime next week. The entire volume should be done by mid-December. As soon as I can find a copy of it, I'm also planning on translating Volume 10.

...Damn you moon. I was *trying* to have a world where you didn't exist. I was *trying* to make a culture that has an emphasis on menstrual blood that had no links to a moon. I was *trying* to act as if I'd actually vaguely put some scientific thought into all of this. I did some tide research and everything.

Now according to this, you not only do the tidal thing, without you days would be about eight hours long, there would be constant winds, and plant life and animal life would have needed to evolve differently to adjust to the fierce winds and extremely short days.

...I don't want a moon in my parallel world, dammit! (sulks)

...I think... I might hate this week.
Thankfully, it's almost over.

(stares at jade bracelet she just cracked by slamming into door jamb) Have I mentioned how much I hate being a klutz? Because I do. Really, I do.
...and today had been good up to this point.
...(goes off to bang head on things while being very careful about what her wrists are doing)

Edit: If I want to cheer up, and it's raining, and cold, clearly only one solution: Walk barefoot into town to go get groceries. Sure, other people might stare at me as if I'm crazy, but they aren't the one getting to slosh through puddles without worrying about their footware.

I'm so exhausted. I had a midterm this week. I started studying for it on Saturday; it was on Wednesday. I spent more time studying than I did in the past, so yay for that improvement little by little, but I'm just... I haven't had a full-night's sleep since Saturday night. The past few days, I've gotten anywhere from two to six hours of sleep at night and four hour naps in the afternoon that don't make me any less tired. And the more tired I am, the harder it is to focus.

And the beginning of October seems to always be a bad time for me. I get depressed, don't want to do anything, and just feel as if I'm falling apart and things are just so... tiring. Everything's a challenge. I'm crazy and hate everything and feel raw and have to make sure I don't hurt myself, just do something to make it stop. It's easier with the meds, yes, but it doesn't go away entirely. At least the panic attacks this time have been fairly minor.

What this means is that I fall behind in classes. Meaning I then have to try and catch up on work. Meaning this keeps happening right around midterms. Meaning I can't sleep because I'm anxious about being behind and skip lunch to try and work in the library and sleep through dinner and spend too damn much time reading because I'm too tired to stop myself from stimming. And my work doesn't always get done, and I keep trying and I'm just...
I hate October.

...I'm trying to do too much. At least my system was nice enough to wait until after my midterm to throw a hissy fit.
Meh.

I CAN SPIN!

(No, not in circles. I've been able to spin in circles for many years. And no, not the exercise thing either. Spin as in the thing with a drop spindle that produces thread. The sci-fi fantasy club at my school is filled with craft nerds that don't mind teaching. (happy))

And I'm purchasing a table for a crafts fair that's happening in Novemeber- it'll be my second official vending booth! If anyone's in Northampton on November 14, please come take a look!

(We're doing slide of the week, where the teacher posts a slide of some geological formation and we have to write observations and theories about what could have caused it. This week's looks nothing so much like a giant rock slide, as in playground slide. Also, almost everyone in the room is sleep-deprived)

Student A: "Hey, can we ask where the photo was taken?"
Teacher (considers, looking maybe slightly wary): "Sure, why not. This one was taken in Idaho."
(Sound in room of people perking up)
Student 1: "Potatoes!"
Student 2: "It's fossilized potatoes!"
Student 3: "It was a chute for processing potatoes!
Student 4: "It was installed to transport potatoes!"
Teacher (exasperated but mildly amused): "Okay, next time I'm not telling you where it is."
(five minutes later as we're switching from observations to theories)
Teacher: "And you can't have any potatoes in your answer."

The application for the JET program 2010 has been posted. I'm starting to organize who I need to talk to and where I need to go to get transcripts. Hopefully in the time between now and November 24, I won't feel like whimpering as much as I do now.

I can do this.

...why do I suspect the reference letters is where I'm going to be fucked?

ETA
It is somewhat disconcerting when I look at a long string of kanji, such as this example - 成績証明書ー and find myself instantly able to read it.

1. Food wise, I do appear to have a mild gluten intolerence. I also appear to be unable to eat fried or greasy foods without something to cut the grease, and cheese or ice cream. I'm going to be doing further experimentation with this, though I let it hang this weekend (the sci-fi club saw me all but orgasming over getting to eat half of someone's slice of pizza....) and will ignore it tomorrow if there are brownies, because I really want a brownie.

2. Why is there a Con in Arizona with a web original artist I follow when I'm not there???

3. I got to have a discussion about fortifying the dorms against inevitable zombie attacks after a class-required discussion for logic involving whether we should cut money from sports or faculty. Basically, zombie Julia Child to help with a bake sale is not economically viable. During the follow-up conversation, I realized that the best way to determine if someone has been bitten by zombies is to order people to strip before letting them into safe headquarters.

4. I'm getting hired to make someone a garnet rosary; I've never made one before, but the woman said she'll pay for materials and labor, which is quite an awesome deal.

5. I bought a bottle of mead, which instantly makes me feel all Viking-y and as if I need to quaff it and wave pointy swords around. It's a little similar to wine but has a definite honey bouquet.

My Japanese blog address is http://azcsotp4.blog.shinobi.jp/. Internet points to anyone who figures out what the letters and number stand for.

Also, why did my insomnia have to end in the middle of the week? When I don't have time to actually sleep? (grumbles)

If you don't understand how something happened or why, blame glaciers. It's usually their fault anyway.

The Liar's Paradox is this:

"This sentence is false."

If the sentence is false, then the sentence is true. Which means it's false. Which means it's true.

My logic teachers explain that entire thesises have been written on this. One of them admits it used to keep him up at night.

My intitial response:

MST3K mantra.

Clearly I'm not meant to be a logician.

So....

While I was staying at my grandmother's this summer, our milk kept going off. Usually at least a week before the expiration date. We weren't leaving it out, the fridge was still working, it just kept going off and we couldn't figure out why.

While sifting through Deviantart I found a link to a Labyrinth fanfic. I admit to being a fan (and before I noticed the tight pants, to boot) and started reading. The story made a mention of various types of goblins, and talked about how some were responsible for turning milk sour. Something clicked.

"Of course! Next time I'm there I'll have to leave something out for them; milk or a cookie or anything along those lines."

I then re-examined my previous thought. And determined that no, I was not kidding. That I consider this just as valid a theory as my uncle taking the milk out for a few hours at night during his insomniatic coffee benders. Possibly more valid, as he uses half and half.

...not quite sure what that says about me as a person.

Okay. A few days back, while talking to artimusdin, synapses fired in my brain and I realized that she was a tentacle monster. Mostly metaphorically speaking, but like an immortal tentacle monster, she had influenced many ffvii writers from behind the scenes for a time beyond time.

Yesterday I followed this thought to its natural conclusion, and realised: artimusdin is Cthulu.

When I shared this realization with the lovely rosethornli, she laughed and about twenty minutes later, showed me this lovely manip:

"http://i440.photobucket.com/albums/qq128/rosethornli/motivator3e9284cb3775e789f54e77e7ee.jpg"

It all makes so much sense....

(goes off to finish packing)

My mother is the only person I know who moans loudly about how she is not invited to moon-viewing parties.

Also, my cupcakes failed. FAILED. They taste quite good but sort of exploded over the edge of the muffin tin while simultaneously sinking. I'm cutting my losses and calling them souffle muffins. My mother wants me to know I am making her fat; my response is that nobody asked her to eat four of them while musing out loud about where she'd seen a cake do that in her fifty years of cooking experience.